Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick
Raise the risk, raise the profit And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player, don't sleep Brother on parole need a quick lick to come
from Vallejo, California The land of the homer Sides lost lives, politics and drama Sides lost lives, politics and drama Sides lost lives, politics and drama I'm from Vallejo, California The land
get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land
and fly and stop and fly And flicker tongue is licking out to find me, feel me, hide! Hide from the tongue" "The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing! Over land
in different sections Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin' in my Suburban, lick
don't know They call me 'The Granddad', granddaddy of the Bone flow Well, little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured This would be the lick and
desperate need of a lick indeed Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need My nigga for sheez Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before
they fearin' [Chorus - Pharrell] It's me or you, or them or us Lost to what, them things gon' bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust I clear the land, "
to count on love To be a partner of that Heaven up above Never hope to understand, love is a barrel land A lonely land, a lonely land
' straight out of the South With my nuts in my hand It's the Swish a House, the third coast The state of Texas that's my land Who's the man that's in
He turned his back and his own people shot him And he fell on his knees before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun And he
#2 Pencil inside me And the lead is yards deep in my face Lick your tongue Flat on the glass lathe Smell the smell, the big P of this Roll your head
her on a short vacation Some place to chill, probably some place warm Don't pack nothin' but bathin' suits and shorts hon' and thats for real girl And then step two when you land
, Some take the right and some take the lefts way, But low and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance [Doodlebug] When I traveled the land
stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt She gotcha looking like an old banana peel in the dirt Bitch, slipped up and hit your ass for a lick Talking